There’s a beauty in falling apart. In the raw, unfiltered explosion of emotion that’s been there for so long but tucked away behind the smile. Truth always feels good. Even when it hurts. Even when it makes us want to slide down onto the kitchen floor and wrap our arms around our knees and just…
TRUTH! The other day was a rough one. Truth: I cried for nearly an entire evening—except for the time when I was teaching a yoga class, when I refused to let my mind be anything but present—and failed, and tried again, and failed, and tried again. Truth: At one point during the day, I thought…
I am not an expert at this. I’m not a pro. But then again, word has it that what we need to learn is what we teach best—because if we did it automatically, if it came instantly and naturally, how would we know how it happened? I had a whole schedule written up for inspired…
